12.45 PM, Questioning Everything
The very thought of our purpose in life abruptly shatters our concentration at times. It is at this point we ultimately question our goals, our achievements, our motives to exist and strive for life in this short amount of time we have. Then in the speed of light all our sentimental memories grace our thought. Again we question what we lack in those memories, or are they just trivial remembrances, unworthy of consideration, or even not notable to keep as nostalgia. How about the memories that matters? Are they memories or experiences worth holding on to? Then we move to regrets. Have we done something in the past that we are repentant to… Or have we completely forgiven ourself or others for doing something to us? Do we wish that we can do it all over again? If we get a second chance what will we do? More and more questions follow.
Like all cognitive beings, our mind dwell in three matrices of time; the past, the present, and the future. In this short journey through life, we neglect to live in the now. We emphasize on the past and future. We regret and set targets, but we often forget what to do this instant that we breathe.
O, it’s just me questioning of everything that popped somewhen.
All I can think of right now is a person I hold dear to some 15 thousand kilometers away.
